Kieran stared down at his wife, the air in the room still thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Genesis lay fast asleep on the couch, her body limp and glowing, the soft rise and fall of her chest the only sign she was still tethered to this world. Her skin was flushed, her lips parted, and faint red marks trailed down her neck and inner thighs—evidence of how thoroughly he had wrecked her.

He crouched beside her, brushing a curl from her cheek. She looked so peaceful like this—unguarded. Sweet. He liked her best like this, when she wasn’t trying to hide behind those eyes of hers.

But...